Fatso notso

Now that I'm missing a gallbladder I need to be careful about the foods I eat. It turns out... I don't know much about food. I know that takeaway is bad and vegies are good but that's where my knowledge stops. Mission: take my fat butt to a dietitian!

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I thought a photo just wouldn't do these eyebrows justice-  :) Here's the video

Gallbladder episode could have been a good thing...

I’m so glad I had to get my gall bladder removed, said nobody ever…. Except me! Don’t get me wrong… waiting in emergency on our last night in Melbourne was pretty extreme and painful until they gave me the magical morphine.  After that things were peachy with rainbows and unicorns.I didn’t even know what a gallbladder was until that day. Apparently it’s what helps you digest particularly fatty foods.  Once a gallbladder is taken out, a patient should be. Little more careful with their diet…. Not as much fatty foods and way more water. Which brings me to the reason I’m a little happy it’s been taken out. I’m a bit of a slow learner…. And could sometimes be described as stubborn.  Dieting is a very tricky thing to do when there’s so much yummy unhealthy foods out there (mmmm, crunchy hot chips). It simply would not happen of my own free will.  I have been on strict healthy eating plans in the past because of my endometriosis and PCOS but ended up giving up on them when all it did was make me fatigued and hangry (hungry&angry).   I think now if I eat anything too fatty my body is going to let me know. I’m hoping it won’t be subtle but will give me a decent kick in the guts.  I don’t listen to subtle very well.So… here’s hoping for a reasonably pain free recovery but a lifestyle change that will be for the better. It’s amazing what a trip to the hospital can do to change your life.

9 hour car ride...

We spent the day driving along the great ocean road.  We would have spent approximately 9 hours in the car.  For most of you this might sound like a nightmare but it could possibly be one of the best days we've spent together. 
You see... Max sleeps really well in the car capsule. It's got something to do with the way it sits him up.  He's also happier when he's awake and in the capsule which means less crying and more sane times
(One of the reasons I spend so much time walking around shopping centres instead of going home).

Paul and I were able to spend quality time together.  Max was happy and we got to see some cool sights. 

And yes... I'm in denial about travel with him when he's a toddler.  I'm sure it will be perfect! 

2am

These blog posts are brought to you from the letter z and the 2am feed.

This is an apology of sorts... or an excuse for poor grammar and spelling.   Most of the blog posts I write are usually at night when I can't sleep... They help me get a few things off my mind.  Unfortunately what I find amusing and funny at this time of the night/ morning  might actually be quite crappy.  Anyway..  That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

Gambling with love

It's never too early to start a gambling addiction...
At the casino in Melbourne. 

Melbourne boobs

The cold weather in Melbourne is making Max feed less often. 
My boobs want me to move to Melbourne. 

Picnic

Having Max and PND could be one of the best things that has happened to me.  Before baby I was a workaholic perfectionist who always put everyone's needs ahead of my own....
I've now discovered that this is not a healthy way to live.  I've been doing a couple of classes (I think I mentioned before) on how to deal with stress and anxiety and am on my way to becoming a healthier happier me. This in turn ripples to my family.  The other day I thought I would like to go for a drive and picnic instead of staying at home and doing work... so Paul Max and I set out to explore Mount tambourine.   This would never have happened before I had Max and before the classes.

I'd like to share a quote from another mum I know... She said
These ARE the 'good old days' that you're going to look back on... You might as well enjoy them. 

P.s. This is a lady Beetle that was in Paul's salad at our picnic. 

 

 

Wholy Macaroony

What's with Melbourne and all their macaroons?

Come fly with me... And a vomity baby

About to fly with Max.  To settle my anxiety I asked myself... "What's the worst that could happen? All you need is Boobs and nappies right? "
Well... My 3am mind went crazy with this... I had to get up and make sure I had everything I could possibly need.  Spare clothes for me, expressed milk, spare pacifiers...  usually it's Paul doing this.  What sort of crazy ocd person has this baby turned me into! ?

Anyway... We're off to Melbourne to see the moto gp and penguins.
Plane is boarding... wish us luck!
I can already see people watching us and probably hoping they don't get stuck near us. 

Xo

That sweet n sour baby smell...

Ever wondered where that baby smell comes from? ...  ME TOO!

I've had a few friends and strangers sniff Max expecting to smell something sweet and magical like unicorn farts.   Unfortunately they get a wiff of stale milk vomit mixed with baby sweat from his little ogre head!

I guess this is one of the problems you face when you have a reflux baby.  Don't get me wrong.  I clean him with a wipe or wet facewasher whenever I can but this isn't the same as changing him and bathing him.  If I did this everytime Max vomits he would be constantly in the bath! 

Can Max visit me in jail?

I confess... I'm a thief! 

Sometime in the last couple of weeks I have stolen a bunch of hair ties from Coles. Not intentionally of course... I had put them in the bottom of the stroller and forgot about them when I got to the checkout. 

So should I go back to Coles and pay for my goods or think of it as a gift for putting up with long cues at the checkout? 

People have been arrested for less...

I'd love to know what you've forgotten to pay for...

Handing over the reins.

Max spethe tnt the day in daycare while I did my course.  The first time I had to drop him off I was terrified! Especially after hearing horror stories  and not knowing who will be watching him...  or even if they would be watching him!  I had this vision of Max being in a corner with the other babies while the careers have smokes outside.   I was also a little worried for the carers because Max was a very sick baby and I thought he was going to give them as much hell as he'd given me in the first couple of weeks!

It has surprised me how much things can change.  From the first day he was there when I had to visit him at morning tea,  lunch and hurry back after class, to now where I mosy back at leisure and even sometimes give myself the luxury of going to the loo (mums will understand this) on the way. 

Today when I went to pick Max up he was getting a cuddle from one of the careers. It was such a comforting thing to see I didn't want to take him from her arms.  It's also amazing for me that he will be comfortable with other people looking after him. This will come in handy when I return to work. 

So.... the moral of the story: There may be bad childcares out there but I'm sure the majority are just as fantastic as the one today. 

I'm breaking up with you.

Dear Westfield.
I'm breaking up with you.

I've really enjoyed our time together over the years.  You've provided me with a cool relaxing space to zone out and let the world pass by.  For as long as I can remember my favorite thing to do would be strolling through your shopping Centre,  browsing the shops and occasionally making purchases.  The hum of the crowds would help drown out any thoughts or recently, it's helped keep my newborn sleep.  Unfortunately it's the same newborn who has helped with my decision not to visit you anymore if I can help it...  I spend enough money over the year and can't really fathom spending money on parking just so I can spend money on shops.  Since having Max things are a little more complicated.  You see babies have needs like feeding and changing Nappies.  Sick babies (with reflux) feed more and therfore need more nappy changes which pretty much takes up my 3 hours of free parking.   Last month I was at carindale I had spent $90... Not enough to get the parking validated and I don't know how long I was there for but it was $10 for me to get out of the car park! I felt as though I was being punished for genuinely shopping and enjoying the experience.   Ever since then I've hated going to carindale, I spend my time there feeling anxious that I need to get out in time.  I don't stop for a drink like I usually do and I avoid shops like they're evil time suckeres.

What once was one of my favorite past times has now become an expensive anxiety ridden venture which I'll have to give up. 

I'll miss you.
Xo

Clean as a whistle covered in dust

I love the feeling of walking into someone's home and it not being perfectly tidy.  It makes them seem all that more real to me... or really like me.  How on earth can some people have families,  careers and other interests and still keep their house tidy?!

Before Max I was not the neatest person... Since Max nothing has changed except the want for a cleaner environment.  I'm not any neater I just yearn for it.

Today we did a small spring clean.  I donated about 15 pairs of shoes which I hadn't worn on the last 3 years!  Seriously, who keeps stuff they don't use for 3 or more years!

I don't want my home to be spotless but I would love to know if you have any tips on how you keep your space tidy... or if you can't I'd like to hear that too so I know I'm not alone. 

Signing out from the cobweb covered dog haired bedroom of clutter. 

Alert alert

Paul (Max's dad)  is often checking Max when he's sleeping to make sure he's still breathing (ok ok, I do it too). It makes me wonder... How healthy is it to be this paranoid and how old will Max be when we stop?  I could imagine him at 18 with his girlfriend and us going into his room to check if he's breathing!

Seriously though... I'd like to know the stats of how often babies actuality just stop breathing. 

Working hard at not working

While my friends return to work tomorrow I can't help but to be a little jealous.  I miss my students and Co workers a fair bit... I also miss being able to work towards a goal and know what I'm doing and how to do it.  
Then I feel a little bad that I want to leave Max to go to work. 
So... My goal for the last 3 weeks of maternity leave is to try and enjoy as much Max time as possible!